Tears clouded my vision, and I filled my lungs with the fresh night air as I blinked them free until the tall blurry figure standing over me became clear, and I was staring into the familiar face of my would-be murderer. It wasn’t Ky or his crew. It was Rowdy. “You want to get out, or you want to stay in there?” he casually inquired like I wasn’t tied up in his trunk—as if it wasn’t him who’d put me there. “I don’t have all night, beautiful.”
